Tuesday, March 31, 2009
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Thursday, March 19, 2009
March 19, 2009
On the way back to bed from a 3 a.m. toilet run, I peaked through the curtains. A dense fog had enveloped the neighborhood, the kind like the one that shrunk the sailor in The Incredible Shrinking Man. it happened after midnight when I went to bed, was gone when I awoke at 7. There are events that only night people know about and they keep it a secret from day people.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
Monday, March 16, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
March 15, 2009
I tried to form the initials of Barack Obama but it was too difficult so I went with my initials.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
NSB
At dusk I sit in the recliner LaVona bought me 20-some years ago and pretend I'm on the train to Stavanger.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
Sunday, March 8, 2009
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Friday, March 6, 2009
Thursday, March 5, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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Dec. 28, 2007
In the waning years of WW II, we were living in Rockville Center, Long Island, I was about 12 and dad was dying of a brain tumor. Mom said NYC was no place for a widow to bring up a child, so she packed us up and we took a train to her childhood home in Detroit Lakes Minnesota. That's where she met and married this widower. He was a clothing salesman and outdoorsman.
Dec. 27, 2007
Hamburger at Petes Place